Sunday, January 14, 2007

Thank you for all the condolence messages. My dad is telling friends and relatives that instead of sending flowers or anything they should donate to the Huntington's Disease Society of America. You should be able to get to the page to make a donation by clicking on the link below or in the previous sentnce if I got the hypertext or whatever you call it right. HD is still pretty mysterious stuff, so maybe your donation will help people like my mom live better lives in the future.

Genetic diseases make us to look at how we are interconnected at body level--this interconnection is not something we can choose or opt out of.

Your mom must have done so much to root for you when you became an artist, all the way from your first home movies, to getting your first guitar and then playing that first DEVO record till you wore it out. Lots of parents would've griped. Sounds like you totally lucked out.

Great is the matter of birth and death

Time is fleeting

Gone, gone

Do not waste this life

(In many, maybe all soto monasteries these verses are inscribed on the han (wooden gong that summons the community to the zendo)

Dear Brad-Sensei, I am very sorry for the loss of your Mom. My deepest condolences.

"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God."- Romans 8:38-39

May she rest in peace. I will give a donation to the HDSA in her memory.

Thank you for the blog and the great work you are doing.

Best wishes for you and your family from your brother in Dogen Sangha,

Yes,gentlemen, the words 'I love you!'--the oldest legend of all; therefrain, 'when the morning stars sang together'--were presented to theplaintiff by a medium so sex puff insignificant that there is, happily, no coinin the republic low enough to represent its value.You don't want to carryall that money around, do you?Gideon did not answer; he looked very berlin nacht ficken gloomy.Dare iz te pottle--elp sexy barefoot yourself,und pe tam'd!With these words he let fall a heavy bottle of Kirschenwaesser, which,dropping precisely upon the crown of my head, caused me to imaginethat my brains were entirely knocked out.The dream createsa form busenwahl of psychical release for the wish which is either suppressed orformed by the aid of repression, inasmuch as it presents it as realized.

I hadn't looked at your blog for some time as I've been swamped with various things and I just found time today (1-17) to look in. I'm so sorry for your loss! The photo of your Mom is wonderful--the resemblance of her features to yours is very strong. I wish you peace.